# Warm garage On an old street on the edge of the city, there is a small auto repair shop. The owner of the shop is an uncle in his fifties, surnamed Liu, and everyone affectionately calls him Master Liu. Master Liu's garage is very simple, just a small bungalow of less than ten square meters, with various car repair tools and bicycles to be repaired at the door. But it is this small place that is full of a strong atmosphere of life. I met Master Liu because my bicycle broke down. That day, I rode to work by bike, and the chain fell off halfway. I pushed the car around looking for a place to repair the car, and finally saw Master Liu's garage. I pushed the car in front of Master Liu and said anxiously, "Master, the chain of the car has fallen. Can you fix it for me?" Master Liu raised his head, smiled and said, "Okay, wait a moment.” "He put down the wrench he was fiddling with in his hand, squatted down skillfully, and began to check my bike. Master Liu's hands are rough and covered with calluses, but his movements are very agile. He fiddled with the chain for a while, adjusted the gears for a while, and repaired the car in a short while. He stood up, patted the oil on his hand, and said, "Okay, ride and see, it's okay. ” I paid gratefully and prepared to leave. At this moment, Master Liu stopped me and said, "Girl, if there is anything wrong with the car in the future, check it yourself first, don't worry about getting angry." "I smiled and nodded, feeling in my heart that this master is very enthusiastic. Since then, I have become familiar with Master Liu. Every time I pass by the garage, I will say hello to him. Master Liu always responds to me enthusiastically, and sometimes shares with me some interesting things he encountered when repairing his car. Once, I saw Master Liu changing tires for an old-fashioned 28 bicycle. That car looks a few years old, and the frame is full of rust. While Master Liu was struggling to pry the tires, he muttered to himself: “This car, I have been with the owner for many years. Although it is old, it can still use waste heat. "I smiled and said, "Master, you have a lot of affection for these old cars." "Master Liu stopped the movement of his hands, wiped his sweat and said, "No, every car has its story. I fix them just like dealing with old friends." ” Master Liu's garage is not only a place to repair cars, but also a small place for nearby residents to communicate. Every afternoon, there will always be several uncles and aunts carrying small benches and sitting at the door of the garage, basking in the sun while chatting with Master Liu. They chatted for a short time, talking about national events, and their laughter often echoed in the old streets. I remember one winter, it was very cold. There is no heating in Master Liu's garage, and his hands are covered with frostbite, but he still opens on time every day. When I passed by the garage, I saw his red hands frozen, and I couldn't bear it. I said, "Master, why don't you take more rest on such a cold day?" "Master Liu rubbed his hands and said, "It's okay, everyone's car may go wrong at any time. I'm here, and I feel at ease." ” It is such an ordinary car repair master who warms everyone in the old street with his enthusiasm and kindness. His garage has also become a place full of warmth and memories in my heart.